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"It makes you a whore," said Alucard with a sadistic twist to its smile. "Look at you! You had many opportunities to escape, and yet you didn't! You obviously longed to be eaten. You wanted to have your tight body slither down my throat. You could've put up a much better fight. This is your fault."

Alucard knew it was lying, but it longed to break the woman writhing in its chambers. Its thirst for her energy was turning almost frantic as it tasted her newest orgasm...

It seemed she was to recieve no mercy from the beast who was torturing her in such a terrible way. Tears welling up in her gentle, pained amber eyes, she insisted, "Yu uhr....wong! Uhm....nuh uh whoe!" The irritating woman who had up to this point been explaining all of her muffled responses had thrown up her hands and left, leaving Roslein's words to be interpreted by the reader. The other narrators were quite pleased with that turn of events, considering that she had been quite snotty and had eaten all of the little chocolate doughnuts at the crafts table.

But back to the story. Was he right, Roslein wondered, was she really a whore? Had she indeed given in too easily? Well, yes. But at the time, she had been under the erroneous impression that she was to die, not be abused. He was wrong! She had not wanted any of the things being done to her. Had she known beforehand, she would've fought tooth and nail! Right?

Her third orgasm was rapidly building, and she felt certain that she would be able to take no more. It would wipe her out as surely as chloroform. But none of that mattered; it was going to happen, whether she wanted it or not. And when it did....Roslein knew she would be torn apart by the pleasure.

Alucard chuckled. "I bet you blame your arousal on the aphrodisiac gases in this chamber, am I right?"

After waiting for a few seconds, the alien continued. "That's a funny thing, you see. The chamber you're in is completely clear of any arousing gases. Any arousal on your part was your own doing. In other words, you enjoyed this. You are enjoying it now."

The alien roared with laughter as the "cords" fucked her faster and faster, pushing her towards the brink that would lead to the most amazing orgasm yet.

Roslein blinked, surprised. How had Chewie known of her thoughts? The revelation hit her like three tons of cinderblocks dropped from a 747. Then...her response had been truly natural and her own, not the cause of some mystery gas? That couldn't be! Gasping hard, she felt extremely dizzy and confused. If that were all true...then he was right. She had enjoyed being fucked senseless by protrusions in the stomach of a giant ogre-like beast, even taking one up the ass, even cumming noisily for it twice. She was a terrible, terrible slut, and God would cry over her wretched sins.

It was as she came to that conclusion that she was swept up in what she knew would be her last orgasm. This did not burn, it fell like the atomic bomb had on Hiroshima, blowing everything to smithereens. She did not scream, she bellowed, not even hearing her own voice so carried away was she. Every nerve exploded, erupting in a golden light that scorched and flamed, consuming her as surely as the beast she was within. It felt like everything inside her would fly out, like her skin would burst and everything would spill away. None of this could describe it completely; nothing could come close to everything she felt.

Her body flailed as if it were a puppet with the controls being shaken violently. Roslein's legs were completely coated in the liquid flowing freely from her, soaking even her feet. This did not end for so much as three minutes, far longer than the average female orgasm. It was doubtful whether she would even be able to survive it, heart pounding like a frantic trapped animal in her chest.

Alucard's "cords" enjoyed the taste of her outpoured energy, the sudden rush of it carrying them away in the flavor. Alucard's senses were in a state of euphoria as her climax blasted out of her in a continuing torrent of power. Even the alien was mildly awed by her orgasm, wondering at her ability to produce both the honey she was oozing freely and the energy that could give a generator a run for its money.

Finally, when it felt her start to fade, the alien knew it must release her. The bonds the "cords" had made with her were severed, and like a puppet without strings, Roslein's body dropped.

Alucard knew enough about anatomy to ensure that she would live through it. It wiped most of her memory of this whole event from her mind, leaving only enough behind in her to give her the occasional nightmare. Knowing that she would wake soon, Alucard set the woman down on a patch of grass and stalked into the shadows to watch. It would ensure that she got to her dorm all right, and then would leave her... perhaps to visit her again at a later date?

Roslein continued to lie still upon the grass for another four minutes. A passerby might have been excused for thinking her dead, or perhaps just in a coma. Very slowly, she began to show traces of life. One hand twitched, then the other. Her left leg moved a fraction of an inch, and then from her almost bruised lips came a single exclamation of pain. "Oooooh, my head..." Gradually, she managed to bring herself into a sitting position. It took her another moment to open her eyes, and yet another to look about and ascertain her whereabouts.

She seemed to be on a small space of grass beside the track. That's right; Roslein remembered quite clearly having been running there, trying futilely to rid herself of excess weight. That much came back with little to no difficulty. After that....try as she might, Roslein could not recall what had happened next. She had passed out from overexertion in the past, perhaps that was what had happened.

Well, that excuse might have worked if she hadn't been completely naked, covered in her own released fluids and terribly exhausted, so badly that she almost wanted to lie back down. Where was her clothing? Casting her eyes about, Roslein could see no sign of her white shirt and dark blue shorts. Had someone come across her and attacked her? She could see no other alternative explanation.

Someone must have seen her running, snuck up behind her, bludgeoned her over the head, and raped her unconscious body, stealing her clothes to keep as trophies. It must have been a woman; that only made sense, considering there was no semen leaking from any of her aching holes and there were very few men on the island anyway.

Who would do that to her? Roslein hadn't a clue; she was new, she had no enemies! She hadn't had the time to piss anyone off yet! Finally getting to her feet, she began to walk bandy-legged towards the school, naked and still dripping. If anyone asked....she had no clue what she would say.